You may or may not know that I run a bit of a book column in Raspberry Magazine, which celebrates and studies and commends literature written in or about the Fraser Valley of British Columbia, Canada. How’s that for a mouthful? It sounds like a bit of a super niche market, and it is, and you’d think that not many books are necessarily written in or about that region, and you’d be right, but not as right as you think. Our little Fraser Valley is home to a surprising cornucopia of excellent local fiction. Just like this novel!
I checked out We’ll All Be Burnt In Our Beds Some Night with the primary goal of reading it to review it for the column. Unfortunately I’m more than a bit swamped and it’s looking like it might have to go back to the library before I have a chance to crack it open. Which is too bad, because it sounds, frankly, flipping interesting: protagonist sets off on a crazy, guilt-fueled roadtrip across Canada to lay his girlfriend’s ashes in the coastal waters of Vancouver.